The sky is
black and grey
The
darkness is now free, silently creeps in
through the
crevices of a torn curtain,
Feeding on
rotten dreams’ flesh and blood
The night
is a demon.
Reflections,
projections and illusions
The light’s
worth, now hooked on to random images
An open
window,
a mirage
takes me to the jaws of a long tunnel
The night
is an endless journey.
A fire
burns in me, another alongside
The
longings for company, warmth are long gone
Insects
hovering over the flames, fearless
I recite in
silence, the lines from an old poem
The night
is beautiful.
And then
the dawn strikes,
In shades of
yellow and red,
Gleaming through
the crest of a distant mountain
The day is
a night, dipped in bright colors
The night
is veiled.
The
fireflies’ ashes heaped up on the cold ground,
The remains
of ecstasy, passion, lunacy
The
souvenirs of our night long friendship,
my
belongings for the day ahead.
The night
is over, the moonless night.
